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Disclaimer – I do not own Goodnight Mister Tom. If I did own it, you'd think I'd be writing a fantasy sequel of it FOR FREE?

Btw – when it says like two loops once around… and stuff that's how you tie the hangman noose knot so that's why it in there and it not some random thing.

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"Disgrace! That's what he is!" I shouted at the sea.

The cliff sloped down. I bent over. The waves lapped over the rock face leaving the rock to drip down. Perfect.

"He's got the devil in 'im. I know he does. All my work has done nothin'! I teach him and put the fear of God into him and he goes an' steals an' lies an' bes impolite."

A piece of the hard dirt fell from underneath my feet and splashed into the thrashing seas. The silence surrounded me.

"He's committed the seven deadly sins, he has. Pride, greed, envy, wrath, gluttony, sloth an' no doubtingly he committed the rest over in the country. All I's done to make him righteous and faithful and he's putting himself on the train to hell!" I screamed getting madder and madder, letting my anger boil to the surface.

"That ungrateful, wicked boy! He drove me to kill him! He has forgotten my rules and has turned away from Jesus. It's gone too far. It's too late. I couldn't make him good anymore. He deserved it."

Two loops. Once Around.

"An' him staying with those revolting people. That Mister Oakley, he let Willie beg an' make him think that he is loved. Nobody can love that boy."

Twice around. Three times around. Four times around.

"That Zach! The Jew has been poisoning Willie with his talk. That wicked little boy!" I cried at the sea, at no one.

Suddenly a thought popped into my head, what if Willie was a Jew? My heart beated as fast as it could but it was all done now.

"Did he honestly think that I would believe that he brought presents? Why would people give an evacuee like Willie presents?"

Five times around. Through the hole. Pull Tight.

"I had to lock that disgusting baby in the closet, too. It wouldn't stop crying and wouldn't learn some obedience. They would have teamed up against me, I know they would 'ave. Her name was going to be Delilah after that devilish, deceiving wife of Samson but she doesn't even deserve that!"

I slipped the rope around the tree that hung above me. I sat down on the tough dirt, my legs swinging below me over the crashing waves. Out of my pocket, I pulled a thick pile of letters, all of them addressed to William Beech. I tore the up into shreds, not even reading them and tossed them into the sea. They flew down being carried on the waves floating slowly away.

I got up. It was ready. It was time. I pulled the robe toward me and slipped it around my neck. I stepped toward the edge. My last thought: I just remembered the feel of the chair as I swung it around, hitting Willie. The amount of force it took but it felt like nothing. I could feel Willie being flung through the air, sliding across the floor. I grabbed his ankles, dragging him across to the closet. His face. He looked so innocent. The devil comes in many forms.